So, he's not my own. But as his aunt, who sees him almost daily, it sometimes feels like it - and no one would have it any other way. His home life is good, but sometimes chaotic, and when things get too noisy or there are too many people in a crowd, I love that he will come over to me and hold my hand. He will lay against me and hold my hand, and we can (and have) sat like this for a very long time just being still. For any of the little ones in my life (not to mention, the big ones too) I want to be a refuge to them - a stable force in sometimes an un-stable life. It's all we can hope for.
So today, the day before his birthday, I pay tribute to him. To this vibrant, active boy who has light in his eyes and life in his laugh. He is voraciously loved and has a community of people ready to catch him if he ever falls. But I hope he won't. No, I hope he finds smooth paths under his feet and hands to hold along the way. Mine will always be one of them.
And...the blog post below? Two days after everything went down...she found out she's pregnant.
My cup runneth over.
2 comments:
Whoa! Amazing news about your friend. I am so happy for her.
And what a beautiful boy your nephew is. Happy birthday to him. He is lucky to have you in his life, to hold his hand, to be a place of stillness.
Aw, such a cutie. I'm jealous that you get to see him so often. My nieces and nephew are too far away for that.
Happy birthday to the little man.
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